Rosalie rolls her lips in as she masks her laugh.
“I want to try it,” Maddox says as he walks past me.
Our girl’s face lights up as she pats a spot on the couch. “There’s plenty to go around.”
Seeing her joy is infectious, spreading through me as I rest my head back against my shoulders and close my eyes. I sigh before joining them on the sofa, and she spends the next ten minutes giving us our own gel masks. When she’s pleased with our look, Kairo pops some popcorn as she turns on a reality TV show. We all settle in, Rosalie leaning against Kairo and her legs extended over Maddox’s lap, who is seated in the middle. Her feet rest on my thighs, and I massage them absently as we watch fourteen men battle for the attention of one woman.
I’ve never seen this show before, but a lot of their problems would be solved if they would just share the woman. It’s easy enough, but I know not everyone is poly. Still, it makes more sense that way.
“They just all need to fuck her,” Kairo voices out loud as if he’s read my thoughts. “Why fight when they can all enjoy her together?”
Rosalie’s head turns. “I was meaning to ask about that. Have you always been polyamorous?”
The blonde shrugs. “Yeah. We were close since childhood, and it honestly just made more sense. We never got into fights over women, but it’s hard to find someone who can handle all three of us.”
Maddox rubs his hand up her calf, his eyes staying glued to the scandal on screen. “Itwashard to find someone who could handle us…”
I know the implication behind that. The game they think they’re playing hasn’t gone over my head. They’re testing her. It’s what we do with all of our relationships. Most end up tucking their tails and running the other way at the prospect of being with three men at once. We’re a lot to handle, but Rosalie doesn't seem to think so. We’ve blended in withher life seamlessly, and she isn’t showing any signs of being hesitant about our configuration.
“I have another question…” Rosalie trails. “What’s going on between us?”
We all stop, our eyes darting to each other. Maddox is more subtle with his knowing stare, while Kairo’s head whips around to me, his eyes pleading.
“Well,” I clear my throat, digging my thumbs into the heel of her foot. “We’re a closed quad, which means we stick with our partner and we don’t allow any outsiders.”
She frowns, her eyes slightly fluttering as I massage her. “You know what I mean, Roman.”
Fuck. Hearing her say my name sends a shiver rolling down my spine as I try to keep my composure. It’s all becoming too much for me to fight—her reactions, her smart mouth, and the way she fits perfectly between us. Try as I might, Rosalie is embedded in me. She’s left a mark over my heart, forever etched into my skin. There is no us without her. It’s why none of our other relationships have worked. Because they weren’t her.
I reach across, gathering the hair at the nape of her neck before dragging her up to me. She sits in Maddox’s lap, a small gasp slipping past her parted lips as Kairo closes her in from behind. We all have a point of contact with her—Maddox holds her hips still, his fingers digging into her robe, and Kairo snakes his arms around her waist, spreading a hand over her stomach that I’m sure is fluttering right now. She’s probably leaving a damp spot on my friend’s leg from her arousal, and the thought only urges me forward as I speak with conviction and passion.
“It means you’re ours, Rosalie. No one else will ever possess you the way we do. Youbelongto us.” Every word is heavy, cementing finality between us like a promise.
Her eyes flicker between mine, a flurry of emotions passing behind them. “And what if I don’t want to be yours?”
I chuckle, the sound dark and depraved. “You never had an option, Siren.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Rosalie
You look like you’re freaking out…” Evelyn says from the opposite side of my sofa. She holds a wine glass as she enjoys one of the drinks a brand sent me as part of a care package.
Charlie is seated beside her, an arm slung around her wife’s shoulders as she enjoys her own glass of the expensive red. Piper is lying out in front of me, her little arms and legs kicking jerkily as I play with her.
It’s a quiet night—mostly because I banished the guys to their rooms while I enjoyed some much-needed space.
Because I’m fucking freaking out!
“I’m fine,” My voice is high-pitched and squeaky, giving away my obvious turmoil.
Both of my friends exchange a glance.
I groan, my head hanging as Piper latches onto one of my fingers. “Can I tell you about what’s going on?” Charlie opens her mouth before I cut her off. “Without judgment.” Her lips slam closed as she hums.
Evelyn crosses her legs, giving me a doting look. “This is a judgment-free zone. We’re all ears.”
I can’t believe I’m about to say this…
